I used to love movies. I still do, but I used to, too.
Jean Arthur fanboy. Juliette Binoche devotee.
Varda gleans the extraordinary from out of the ordinary. The gold from out of the stones that make up her cobbled doorstep. It’s enough to make you think there’s a certain magic, a beauty to be seen in all of our lives, no matter how small or seemingly trivial. To watch Varda is to find out more about ourselves by virtue of hearing others spill their stories. To want to live our lives. Not in any way that screams lavish…
Spellbinding. Enchanting. Magical. Travel on a magic carpet ride made of dreams as forged before our very eyes, through some 100 years, the sands of time and millions of petty thieves, cheap swindlers and half-assed scoundrels. Take a bite of the poison apple and taste the seeds of our very imaginations. Gaze into this crystal ball to envision what was still to come.
To remind us of the everlasting sorcery of the silver screen from fully-formed inception, with a trail…
A puzzle box that taunts any who dares turn its lock, or booby trap who’ll stare you straight in the eye?
A monkeys paw, one curl for every sleeve freed of tricks meets hungry caterpillar, in search of its own self-swallowed tail.
E.T. blasts the spurs off John Wayne and hangs up the wheels, sees his own looming ghosts turn to pixel dust-rain.
Ye old carnival where we still spend our nights lets us pretend the doors have come open…
Ouch. This broke me.
I generally try to stay away from being overly personal with my writing on here for fear of oversharing but it feels only appropriate here.
My grandparents on my mothers side are creeping into their nineties. Obviously, this is an achievement in and of itself and we're very fortunate that they've lived such long, fruitful lives, including my formative years.
Naturally, with age they are becoming less and less able. It's painful and uncomfortable to watch…
7-Year Old Me: This is the best story I’ve ever seen! I love fairytales.
14-Year Old Me: This is the best piss-take I’ve ever seen! I too, hate fairytales.
20-Year Old Me: This is the best meta-post-modern actioner-adventure-comedy-romance-with a wink I’ve ever seen! I love fourth wall breaking.
24-Year Old Me: Wallace Shawn is the funniest person to exist *ever* and should only be treated as such. Oh my God that’s Peter Falk. Oh, and this just might be the best movie I’ve ever seen. I love it. It’s perfect. I love movies.
A lovely send-off to a less-than lovely year. Happy New Year folks!